Pretty whites

Meeting the robots

I met the robots and they are freaky! Even when they tried to feed me a treat!

When I grow up...

Like my new body?

Silly family portrait

Still a puppy at one year

I thought that last photo might have made you think I was big and scary. This photo is more accurate. I still look like a baby and act like one too. This is my new frisbee from my Grami. I like it, but I can't really catch it very well. Maybe by the time I am two!

King of the birthday rock!

Today is my birthday. I am 1 year old and don't I look big and tall on my new favorite place to be in the yard?

Happy birthday to me....

Our last stop in MN

I was so exhausted from all the new humans, puppies and places that I
crawled into the shower and laid down.

So tired. . .

Thanksgiving bone

Emma and Zig

Zig and Maggie

Toys!!

Car ride

Mournin'

Mourning in the morning because soon I will be left at home alone.

No explanation neccessary. . .

One ball

I still have one ball. And it squeaks.

Zig on the farm

Leg hair

My leg hair is growing back already!

Free reign of the house

So, yesterday, my mom put me in the bathroom with a baby gate in the door frame so I couldn't get out. She had to shim it in place because somebody designed our house to be crooked and that makes my mom angry. That's another story and I'm a dog and don't care about that.

Little did she know, that it wasn't secure enough to keep me in. AND she shimmed it with cardboard and I LOVE cardboard. Also, I discovered that this cone I have to wear, bends a little. I put my paws on the baby gate and it fell over! WAHOO, I was free. Free reign on the house all afternoon. First, I zoomed around looking for humans, but there were none. Some call me Zooming Zig. Then I went upstairs and laid on my mom and dad's tall, soft bed. My cone got hung up on the side of it the first time I tried, but I made it up the second time. After a long comfortable nap, I decided to snoop around some more. The train set is all over the living room and I really wanted to chew on it, but darn that cone. I couldn't get anything in my mouth. I also can't scratch my itches!

Soon it was 5:00 and my dad was home. Boy, was he surprised to see me waiting by the back door for him. Well, as surprised as he gets. My mom, however, was shocked! She ran around the house looking for destroyed items, but there were none because I am a good boy. SQUIRREL!!!

Not an ice cream cone

Because I like those and I do not like this thing.

Another sad face

I've lost something

I went to the vet today and they took something from me. I am so
depressed. AND HUNGRY! My mom feels real bad about it. When we left
this morning I was so excited to go to work with her rather than into
the kennel, but that's not where I went. Now I cannot lay like a frog
flying thru the air. :( Maybe mom will feed me some more in a little
bit.

Cool dog, cool breeze

Balancing act